Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Austria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kerrie Biddell to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
Chrome,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
John Cale,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
Interpol,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.